"What should we do now?"
"Go back to the territory first!"
Gu Han thought for a while, "According to the original plan, we will find out about the fifth and sixth brothers. As for the bones... we have to find a way to kill them!"
"at last……"
His eyes narrowed, "This throne is only created once every three hundred years. It would be a pity not to sit on it!"
According to Mowu's memory.
The throne is born, as quickly as half a year, and as slowly as one to several years.
During this time.
It's enough for him to do a lot of things.
"you!"
Ghost Sanniang's heart trembled, "Do you really want to be the Ghost King?"
"No?"
"Given Mowu's strength, it's too difficult."
Ghost Sanniang is not optimistic about him, "Besides, don't forget, you are a human race, or... a ferryman!"
"so what?"
Gu Han said calmly, "There is no owner of the throne. Your ghost race can fight for it, but our human race cannot? This is prejudice and bad habit!"
"..."
Ghost Sanniang is speechless
right.
A picture flashed in my mind of a ferryman wearing a ghost robe and a ghost face, sitting on the throne of the Ghost King.
So beautiful.
Don't dare to think too much.
Gu Han ignored her and returned to the hall, where Shumiaozi was the first to greet her.
"grown ups!"
The few hairs on its big head were ridged, and it said deliberately, "Are you done so soon?"
Gu Han was silent for a moment.
"In my life as a martial artist, I have three taboos. First..."
"What is it?"
The sapling looked curious.
Gu Han said nothing, grabbed its body and slapped it dozens of times.
"Now, do you understand?"
Sapling "..."
This scene.
The ghosts who saw him in the distance were secretly frightened. Is it so dangerous to be a ghost slave for this master?
…
Ghostland.
The core place.
A throne of bones floated over, it was the Red River Ghost Lord!
Swish, brush, brush!
In an instant.
In the vast, almost endless, almost liquid-thick dim yellow mist, streaks of light shone brightly.
The Red River Ghost Lord seems unaware.
The throne traveled for a long time.
Came to an inexplicable place.
The river is surging, rushing continuously, and the roar is deafening. In the dim and silent river water, bones are constantly floating and sinking, giving off a sense of gloom and coldness.
A huge shadow shone down, and the atmosphere was timeless, as if it had experienced endless cycles of eras, prosperity and death.
look carefully.
The shape of this shadow looks like a huge monument, but it is incomplete.
After a long time.
The throne paused and stopped in front of a huge thing, like a continuous mountain range. I don't know how long it is, and I can't tell how high it is.
"What...is it?"
A voice suddenly sounded.
Vicissitudes of life, low voice, hoarseness... and a deep sense of exhaustion.
Shockingly coming from that behemoth!
Chapter completed!